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Sorcerer Mozenrath has a minion!

Xerxes the Eelbit




Sorcerer Mozenrath
Legacy Name: Sorcerer Mozenrath


The Common Experiment #893
Owner: CrimsonSandBoa

Age: 12 years, 2 months, 3 weeks

Born: February 11th, 2012

Adopted: 12 years, 2 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: February 11th, 2012

Statistics


  • Level: 1
     
  • Strength: 10
     
  • Defense: 10
     
  • Speed: 10
     
  • Health: 10
     
  • HP: 10/10
     
  • Intelligence: 1
     
  • Books Read: 1
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


The Land of the Black Sands was still a forbidding area, even though no one had seen trouble from it for a long time. The sand beneath one’s feet was black as jet, and the skies above were always thick with clouds that resembled dark smoke; they would ghastly loom above you, but never drop rain. No one of a sane mind would enjoy calling this home. It looked barren of everything. There were no plants to be seen, no water, and no creatures. Anything trying to make a living here would surely meet its end.

Surprisingly, in the middle of the dark desert existed a town with a castle towering at its head. The town, much like the sands surrounding it, was devoid of life… at least, devoid of true life. Every now and then, one would spot a zombie –like creature with greenish skin and yellow eyes, carrying a sword and dressed in rags. They were referred to as Mamluks, and were the servants of a powerful wizard.

It was rumored that this sorcerer was sent to his death, but this was not true. Deep inside the dark hued castle, he still lived. Mozenrath currently walked the halls of his massive abode, with swift steps and anger upon his face. He was a handsome, young man with dark eyes, and skin lighter than most the other residents of the Seven Deserts. This did not make him any less appealing, though. His features were bold and angular, and he dressed in style with purple and black shades, like he thought any true ruler should.

He still controlled the Black Sands, and his large palace, but this was not enough. The more he stayed there, the more he wished for revenge upon Aladdin. The horrid street-rat caused most the problems he had ever known. He had even stolen his treasured, magic gauntlet, once upon a time. Luckily for the sorcerer, he had hired a much more trusted thief to bring it back. On a day of celebration for Agrabah, this bandit snuck in, retrieving his most precious item. He was tempted to keep it for himself, but was quickly dispatched by Mozenrath when he heard the thief’s new scheme. He was not without power without his glove, but it brought him far more, and kept him easily one of the strongest rulers in the Seven Deserts.

He stopped in his steps for a moment, before his throne room, so he could take a look at the gauntlet again. It thrilled Mozenrath to be wearing it once more, even if it still caused him excruciating pain. The wizard did manage to tinker with it, gather books and knowledge; eventually, he was able to make the gauntlet far more ‘safe’ to wear. It would not take his life like it would have before, but it would cause him times of extreme physical weakness, as well as even illness. Not to mention, the pain it caused him was stronger than it had been. It did not matter, though. The ruler refused to part with the item that brought him great magic that he so desired.

He wanted more than that, though. He wanted to rule ALL of the seven sands. He wanted to be the strongest sorcerer that EVER lived. In a fit of rage, he slammed his gloved-hand against the wall. It made a mysterious and disturbing crack when it connected against the stone. "IT’S NOT FAIR!!" He suddenly yelled, causing his flying eel companion to dart out of the throne room to try and comfort him. This was to no avail, though. His master was beyond comfort.

"What have I done wrong? I’ve planned everything correctly! I haven’t made any faults, but Aladdin STILL defeated me! TIME AND TIME AGAIN!" Little did Mozenrath know, his fault had become his obsession with Aladdin. That was one thing he wanted more than power. He wanted the street-rat dead; his head upon a platter to sit in the middle of his castle forever.

Pet Treasure


Fireside Performance Farmers Gauntleted Gloves

Black Sand

Sui Eyeliner Brush

Pet Friends


Mirage of Morbia
He is easy to hate. Who are you?